(feat. Chill)



[Chorus x2: Domino]



I know it sounds bad, but it's all good,

These are the tales, tales from the Hood

(Tales from the hoooood)

I know it sounds bad, but it's all good,

These are the tales, tales from the Hood

(Tales from the hoooood)



[Domino]

Well it's a Sunday night

And my hood shows bite

But the playas and hustlas know, we gonna gets that ass tonight

So we can roll out to the South

Can't forget the strap, hell naw

Cuz ain't no tellin' what's right

When homies straight out for the jackin'

Now how many playas know about this

Toss out the weed from the pockets

Scopin' out the city streets

To find that freak for the week

Oh, uh



[Chorus]



[Chill]

Now these are the tales and you know it's all good

It's all the same it ain't no change in every neighborhood, uh

Now back in the days when I was a scrub

My uncles had me servin' cavi, pushin' dimes to dubs

Now the dimes went to quarters, quarters, went to pounds

And all the fools knew the rules, not to step on our stompin' grounds

Cuz that's when the pop-pop started to holler

You knew that death was always a hard thing for Mama to swallow

Jimmy cracks in the back, beatin' the Hell out his wife

He knew he was wrong, and then he was gone, so he took his own life

Now these a few tales that used to happen

I never said that it was dead because we kept it crackin'

And you know that



[Chorus]



[Domino]

Now times are so cold

In that damned ghetto

So some of the homies come up, come up, come up

Straight robbin' over liquor stores

Now why should I stay in the wings, when I can sell cavi in a cup?

Think it's wrong if you would

But it's all good in the hood



[Chorus x2]